A/N: Chapter Thirteen! Sorry I haven't updated a lot, but I've been sick, and if you couple that with relationship problems and the fact that I've been in a fight with my best friend, then I think you'll see why this thing hasn't exactly been top priority. But I know that's really not a good excuse, so I won't bother going into it. And I've updated now, so all is good, yes? Yes. Anyway, please keep doin' that beautiful thing (Reviewing) and If I get lots and lots, then I'll try my very very best to update this ASAP. Ok? Cool.
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"Malfoy, get off me." Hermione said, calmly. Maybe if she told him once, he'd see the light and get the hell off of her? Yeah, not likely, but it's worth a shot, right?
"What, you think I'll just bow down to you, kiss your feet and hop away? Oh Granger. And I always thought you were smart." Malfoy smirked and grabbed his wand.
"Malfoy, if you don't get off me right now, you'll regret it. I learned a few spells that I've been itching to try out for days now, and if you don't move then you'll be the perfect candidate … I can promise you that." She hissed, starting to wriggle around, trying to get loose.
"Granger, Granger, Granger. What are we going to do with you? Haven't you learned by now that I don't do things without thinking about all the possible ways it could end? No, I don't think you have." He raised his wand and cast a binding spell, which shot rope out of the end of his wand, rooting Hermione to the floor and leaving him free to go and search through her school bag which was lying next to her.
"Get away from that, you ferret! You have no right to go searching through my stuff, you overgrown pompous twit!" She screeched at him, spitting on his polished shoes and squirming even more.
"Now, now, Granger. That's not the way to go when I'm the only one who has control in this situation. Now let us see … Ah! Your wand." He laughed and reached inside her robes, withdrawing her wand and pocketing it quickly. "Now, what were you saying about you practicing spells on me? Hmm?"
"What do you want?" She sighed and said quietly.
"You." He said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
A look of surprise came over her face and she blinked a few times, keeping silent as her brain worked overtime. Malfoy rolled his eyes and dropped her wand onto the floor beside her, not noticing the small shower of sparks that shot out the end of the wand upon impact with the floor, which burned the rope binds to the point where it would be easy enough for Hermione to snap them.
"What? Me? What do you want with me? Oh wait. Harry and Ron told me about this. You're fucking nuts." She finally said, freeing one hand from the binds and inconspicuously reaching for her wand which was lying mere centimetres from her.
"Ooh, Granger swears! I wonder what else she does …" Malfoy winked and raised an eyebrow in her direction.
"Ugh, just back off, Malfoy. Just …" She strained her hand and finally managed to wrap her fingers around the cool slender piece of wood, whipping it off the ground and pointing it at the binds around her legs. Whispering the counter-spell without the prowling boy noticing, she wriggled free and stood up silently, pointing the wand at Malfoy's back.
"O you want me to back off, do you?" He said, not noticing that she had managed to get free. He was far too busy rooting through her bag to find anything valuable, or anything he could use to blackmail her with. "What are you going to do about it then? You have no wand, and you're completely helpless. I doubt this is the time for you to be telling me to do things."
"Oh, no wand, eh? Well what would this be then?" She asked, poking the wand into Malfoy's lower back. He visibly stiffened, and slowly stood up, glancing over his shoulder at the fuming girl behind him. "Not so big now, are you, ferret."
"Oh I see the girl has a wand. Like that could possibly do any– " But he was cut short by a muttered curse from behind them both. Feeling himself floating up and away from the ground, he glanced behind him and saw Hermione in the same position, looking as shocked as he felt. "What the–?" He said, waving his arms around in a vain attempt at getting down.
"What is the meaning of this?" They both heard a stern female voice radiate throughout the common room.
"Professor McGonagall. I was just coming for the lesson, and I am so sorry I'm late. You see, I got … sidetracked earlier, and only remembered when Professor Snape came to the Gryffindor Common Room to ask about my whereabouts. I am truly sorry." Hermione explained to the confused Professor. Her face relaxed a little as she saw that the girl was alright, and setting her back down onto her feet, she said
"Oh that's quite alright, my dear child. I was just checking to see where you were, and passed the Potions Master on the way here. He told me you had flooed to your room so I decided to meet you. Lucky I did." She said the last part whilst looking directly as the squirming boy, dancing in the air.
Seven years at this school and he still behaved like a first year that had been caught stuffing chocolate frogs down his shirt.
"I do believe we shall let your Head of House deal with you, Mr Malfoy." Was all she said, however, as she set him back down onto the ground and summoned Hermione's bag to her open arms. "Come along, Miss Granger."
Hermione turned back to Malfoy, and whispered "If you ever come near me again, I'll make sure you live to regret it, do I make myself clear?" before turning on her heel, marching down the stairs and out of the open portrait hole after her Professor.
"I like a feisty girl!" Malfoy yelled after her, smirking. He casually leaned against the banister which ran along the first floor landing, and thought to himself about his next move. Whatever it would be, it would be successful. He was sure of it.